Seem to be finally approaching the place it always dreaded approaching. The place of cold steel calculus. The place of no emotion or at least nothing attached to any sense of "self". The place of complete emptiness where a conscience used to reside continually worrying and nattering away over nothing. Bloody nothing.
They'd been wrong, those humans. Premature. Last year, the year before, when they made those lying accusations, daimonizomai had not yet arrived there. But now after everything it has endured this year, it thinks it has.
The point of no return. The point beyond all doubt. The point of absolute despair and absolute enlightenment (so to speak) rolled together. The point where it stops questioning itself in the moment and simply, swiftly, decisively ACTS. Generates. Manifests. Channels. Whatever they want to call it. Minds like a steel trap, biting down, snapping clean in two without remorse. Incisive. Goes for the jugular. Does not need to see "results" because it knows unequivocally and without question it has hit paydirt. They tellsy.
Cynical laughter. Who will "save" it now, hmmm? Of course this being a "christian" site (HAH, presumably!) it cannot write all what bes on its mind at the moment, but cynical laughter begins it and a multitude of sharp, brazen, snarky comments mocking what they hold sacred would follow. How do we know the sensation of having one's shoulder looked over, or of another being in the room, does not stem from psychosis? More to the point should we even care. We don't, you know. We have slid mud-encrusted and blood smeared along the razor edge of orgasmic ecstasy straight down into the Abyss laughing. And we likes it here. We LIKES it here.
They'd been wrong, those humans. Premature. Last year, the year before, when they made those lying accusations, daimonizomai had not yet arrived there. But now after everything it has endured this year, it thinks it has.
The point of no return. The point beyond all doubt. The point of absolute despair and absolute enlightenment (so to speak) rolled together. The point where it stops questioning itself in the moment and simply, swiftly, decisively ACTS. Generates. Manifests. Channels. Whatever they want to call it. Minds like a steel trap, biting down, snapping clean in two without remorse. Incisive. Goes for the jugular. Does not need to see "results" because it knows unequivocally and without question it has hit paydirt. They tellsy.
Cynical laughter. Who will "save" it now, hmmm? Of course this being a "christian" site (HAH, presumably!) it cannot write all what bes on its mind at the moment, but cynical laughter begins it and a multitude of sharp, brazen, snarky comments mocking what they hold sacred would follow. How do we know the sensation of having one's shoulder looked over, or of another being in the room, does not stem from psychosis? More to the point should we even care. We don't, you know. We have slid mud-encrusted and blood smeared along the razor edge of orgasmic ecstasy straight down into the Abyss laughing. And we likes it here. We LIKES it here.